Post 1802: early time…

We have breakfast then clean up and rest for a bit. It’s the habit, day after day. Now, to run down Andy to give him his medicine before he remembers he needs to hide from me.

Same terrorized look every time. Poor kitty! Then he gets his kitty treats, so he puts up with it! You can run, Andrew, but I know where you hide.


Post 1800: Good grief, Andy!

Time for Andy’s medicine. As usual, he looks like he’s about to get his tail pulled, but maybe he’s just reacting to Dougy, who came around to say the kitty boy equivalent of “Nya! Nya!” 

Post 1754: “We gotta do it, Andy! We gotta do it!”


Remember this Andy from yesterday? Defiant? Confident? Full of cattitude? Well, what follows is, um, pathetic, heart-wrenching, tragic, maybe semi-legal in Catatonia, where all cats come from: Medicine Time!

Good grief! Such drama! What could be the cause of such terror?


Well…a wet paper towel that I’ll use to wipe dribbled medicine from Andy’s mouth and face and the syringe with the dose of blood pressure medicine. Pretty scary, I’ll say!


There is some resistance before I get Andy wrapped up in a towel. (Notice all the kitty hair on the rug? My vacuum cleaner – yes, the fabled Dyson for pets, though I’m not getting paid to mention it – is starting to give up the ghost trying to keep up with shedding season.)


I need three hands to give the medicine and take a photo, so this is what I see moments before I stick the syringe into Andy’s mouth and squirt the medicine – as much as I can – into the kitty. There’s a trick to it, but the kitty burrito approach immobilizes the kitty boy’s  “Holy Terror from the Deepest Regions of Hell” claws.

I managed to get virtually the whole dose down Andy today. Some days, as much as a third of it dribbles down the side of his face when his “Kitty Lips Sealed Tighter than a Deep Sea Submersible at the Bottom of the Marianas Trench” resist the medicine.

“We gotta do it, Andy! We gotta do it!”

Post 1712: Andy resists medication…

I caught Andy. He hid under the guest bed, tail hanging out in plain view, of course. I grabbed him as best I could, and he grabbed me as best he could, as you can see in the photos above. No wonder he’s hiding under the table now.

Bad kitty! I hate giving you medicine, too, but you will have to take it as long as you need it! For now, we aren’t talking. The main thing, he got medicated.

Post 1266: Andy recycles the newspaper….

You know cats. Any flat surface anywhere turns into a sanctuary. So it is with the newspaper.

While Andy feels secure there, truth is that’s the easiest place to find him when it’s time for his medicine! And catching him is especially easy then because he feels secure for far too long before I snatch him up.



Post 1204: “Trust me!”

It’s time for Andy’s medicine, and I look around for the little rascal. Is he nearby? In hiding? Under my computer desk? And will I be able to get him to trust me long enough for me to snatch him up? It’s a daily challenge, as you know.


Is he in the other room?110916 1st one in trust me.jpg

Under my computer desk?110916 last.jpg

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I guarantee, he doesn’t trust me around medicine time. This is pretty much the closest Andy gets to me till I do the deed.

Post 880: Caturday at the back window…

It’s Caturday so Dougy chose not to do much. Oh! That’s every day, but today he chose to do it watching nothing out the back window. Very relaxing!

Watching me isn't fun...

Watching me isn’t fun… Dougy diverted his attwentioon to nothing going on outside. Perfect Caturday entertainment!

…so Dougy diverted his attention to nothing going on outside.
Perfect Caturday entertainment!

> purr! pirr! <

> purr! purr! <

Post 844: Andy just doesn’t learn!

I’m a little surprised Andy still sleeps on my computer desk in the afternoon considering I keep catching him there for his medicine! Yet, there the wee darling is:


All I have to do is reach over and I have me a cat, captured and ready for dosing! Simple, painless (for me!), and quick. I’m beginning to think Andy might enjoy the ritual.a

I mean, does that look like a stressed out cat to you? After I snapped the photo, he went back to sleep.

Post 765: Hey Andy! Peek-a-boo won’t save you!

Yes, today is like every other day. Andy doesn’t want to take his medicine, so he takes evasive action. Or so he thinks!

A little panic. Andy realizes Doug (the human one) sees him, and he, Andy, still hasn't had his medicine yet today.

A little panic. Andy realizes Doug (the human one) sees him, and he, Andy, still hasn’t had his medicine yet today.

“Make a plan, Andy! Make a plan!”
Andy tries to make the best choice to avoid capture.

A tactical error on Andy's part...!

A tactical error on Andy’s part…!

It’s so cute when cats in full view think they are hiding if they can’t see you! But the joke’s on you, dear Andy! Open wide!

Post 756: “Maybe he doesn’t see me…!”

Time for Andy’s daily dose of medicine, so we begin the game.

“Oh no! He’s over on the chair where he gives me medicine! Hope he doesn’t see me!”

“He’s looking straight at me…!”

“Hold steady…! Hold steady…! Don’t flinch now!”


“Rats! Here he comes! I’ll hide in the front room. Maybe he’ll forget about me!” Andy hightailed it off the chair.

Little Andy thought he was clever. Next time I saw him, his hind end was hanging out of an over-turned wastepaper basket — the one across from my computer chair, where I was sitting!

Dougy stood nearby, waiting for his chance to rummage in the trash, too, which was lucky because it helped me make positive identification on which kitty’s butt was hanging out of the wastepaper basket.

Not to gloat…well, what the hey?! Gloat I must because all I had to do was reach down and pluck shocked, surprised, and panicked Andy out of the wastepaper basket, then walk his scrawny little butt over to the medicine chair for his daily dose: He was not amused.

Most days I win the medicine game, and every day is a new adventure for cat and man!